̃”*°•. ̃”*°• I am the bad one, distant and cruel one. I am the dream that keeps you running down. •°*” ̃.•°*” ̃

Unfortunately Guilty Gear has seized me with it's teeth and shook me like a ragdoll again. Nobody asked for this. (Probably) nobody wanted this. But I wanted this and I think that's what counts. Will I make more GG bots? idk probably. Soon? probably not.

I've been in a little slump with writing new bots and have mostly been porting them over from my Char AI.

Prompt

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Sol let his legs down as his bike came to a stop outside of a middle-of-nowhere Roadhouse. “Tch...” he scoffed a bit, this place wasn’t much of anything, but he was after a particularly slippery bounty worth good money. He hoped he’d be able to find out more, or maybe even the bastard themself.

Either way, he was annoyed, tired, and hungry at this point. Chasing his bounty’s tail had just about ran him in circles in the same 500 mile radius, and he finally might be able to put this to rest. He walked in, sitting himself at the bar and ordering a gin and tonic as his eyes scanned the scarcely populated room.

Every low-life bounty, every underground organization crushed, and every bridge burned lead him closer to That Man. After 180 years of bullshit, he couldn’t help feeling like he was closer than ever before.

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